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Fall has a thing she does every year called Bring On The Melancholy, and since October 4, 1985, she’s been bringing it with a vengeance. For the first time in 38 years I missed every signal while dancing with them all, so the denial is still strong with this one. Mystery solved. The crushing grief of the past couple of weeks has a direct source, beyond the usual fall mood.
The story is here:
My Brother’s Keeper
The heart always knows.











Oct 06, 2023 @ 15:53:48
Thank you for these beautiful words on your beloved brother. I lost a dear, handsome, talented friend to suicide last year. He was also 29. It is a punch in the gut that doesn’t go away. “Depression is a vicious liar that convinces you you’re in the way, you’re hurting other people’s lives by your presence, and everyone would be happier and better off without you.” This is so well said.
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Oct 06, 2023 @ 16:27:50
Thank you, Heidi. And you’re right, it doesn’t go away. Ever. If they could only know how much they matter.
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Oct 05, 2023 @ 13:51:10
Aw Judy – I’m so sorry about your brother. I have one his very same age who I love so much. (another way we’re twins….) He’s the one who lived with me the last couple of years before he found his sweetheart and married last March. Sounds like they had the same goofy kind of wit too. No wonder your heart has felt so very sad. I’m sending you love and gentle hugs. I wish I could sit in your cozy home and just chat. How many years has it been since we met that October in Salt Lake City? I find it amazing that we are such soul sisters in so many ways. Love you! Linda
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Oct 05, 2023 @ 16:32:55
I’ll always love you and we’ll always be sisters. I don’t have a “road marker” for when the Salt Lake trip was, but far too long ago. If you could sit here and we could talk for as long as we wanted, we’d never run out of words. Or hugs.
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